It was a night like any other, or so I had thought. I had just moved into an old house on the outskirts of town, a place that had been vacant for years. The real estate agent had assured me it was a great deal, and I was eager to start a new chapter in my life. Little did I know, I was about to become the protagonist in a stomach-heaving nightmare.
The house was old, with creaky floors and walls that seemed to whisper secrets from the past. I had spent the day unpacking and setting up my new home, and by evening, I was exhausted. I decided to make myself a cup of tea and relax in the living room. As I sat on the couch, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched. I glanced around, but there was nothing there. The shadows in the corners seemed to shift, but I told myself it was just my imagination.
I decided to go to bed early, hoping sleep would bring some peace. I had barely closed my eyes when I heard it¡ªa faint, rhythmic thumping sound, like something heavy being dragged across the floor. I opened my eyes, my heart pounding. The sound seemed to be coming from the basement. I had avoided going down there all day, but now curiosity¡ªand a growing sense of dread¡ªcompelled me to investigate.
I grabbed a flashlight and slowly descended the narrow staircase. The air grew colder with each step, and a musty smell filled my nostrils. When I reached the bottom, I shone the light around the dimly lit room. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling, and the walls were covered in damp, peeling wallpaper. The thumping sound grew louder, and I followed it to a corner of the room. There, in the dim light, I saw something that made my stomach heave.
A figure was huddled against the wall, its back to me. It was a man, or at least it looked like one. He was wearing tattered clothing, and his body was covered in dirt and grime. He was rocking back and forth, making the thumping sound with each movement. I called out to him, but he didn’t respond. I took a step closer, and that’s when I saw the worst part.
The man’s face was twisted in a grotesque expression of pain and terror. His eyes were wide open, but they were lifeless, staring into nothingness. His mouth was open, and I could see something moving inside. At first, I thought it was a trick of the light, but then I realized with horror that there were worms crawling out of his mouth and nostrils. I screamed and stumbled backward, the flashlight slipping from my grasp and plunging the room into darkness.
I ran up the stairs, my heart pounding in my chest. I locked myself in my bedroom, but the sound of the man’s thumping followed me. I could hear him dragging himself up the stairs, his lifeless eyes and writhing worms haunting my every thought. I knew I couldn’t stay there, so I grabbed my phone and car keys and fled the house.
I drove through the night, not daring to look back. I ended up at a small motel on the edge of town. I checked into a room and collapsed on the bed, exhausted and terrified. But the nightmare wasn’t over. In the middle of the night, I woke up to the sound of thumping. I looked around, and there he was again, the same man, in the same tattered clothes, with the same lifeless eyes and writhing worms. This time, he was standing at the foot of my bed, staring at me.
I screamed and tried to run, but my legs wouldn’t move. The man reached out, and I felt something cold and slimy touch my face. I woke up in a cold sweat, my heart racing. It was just a dream, I told myself, but I knew it wasn’t. The man was real, and he was still out there, waiting for me.
I never went back to that house. I packed up my things and moved to another town, but the memory of that night still haunts me. Sometimes, in the dead of night, I still hear the thumping sound, and I know he’s still out there, waiting for me to let my guard down.
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